Chapter 3

Once again, I shiver at her touch.

“Sweater?” she asks and raises her eyes just a little.

“No.”

“Angela, listen,” she says. “I’m going to be perfectly honest with you. Just hear me out, and then if you still want to go, I won’t try to stop you.”

I nod slowly and wait.

“Angela, I really don’t believe this stuff either. It’s just entertainment. In the beginning I just did it so I could fit in with the intellectual crowd, even if it was with a bunch of alien conspiracy theorists.” Julie took a deep breath. “The truth is I like smart girls, but most of them only want to hang out with other smart girls, or worse yet, smart boys.”

I squeeze Julie’s hands in mine. This was beginning to make some sense. Twisted sense, but understandable.